CHAPTER 303: CHAPTER 303: YOU WILL FACE THE WRATH OF A GOD

Shen An’s gaze was still indifferent. What wouldn’t he dare?

If I don’t kill him, should I keep him for the New Year?

The ultimate, sharpest sword qi of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass had already struck Tang San.

Tang San’s lamp was originally already running out of oil. He was relying entirely on the energy of the Asura’s divine sense to continue his life. Facing a sword strike driven by Shen An with his own sword path cultivation, how could he talk of resisting?

With a boom, Tang San’s body was cut in two at the waist. Even the ground behind him had a new trench dozens of meters deep.

Bang!

His two severed body parts fell heavily to the ground. The five organs and six viscera within his body also scattered all over the ground, terrifying and gruesome.

At this time, Tang San could feel with incomparable clarity his own life, heading towards its end at an extremely rapid speed.

With a will that came from who knows where, he struggled to stretch his hand in the direction of the Asura’s divine sense, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood from his mouth, and said unclearly, "Save me, I don’t want to die~"

The Asura’s divine sense looked at this scene, its eyes almost splitting from anger. This was the successor he had chosen, yet he had died right in front of him.

This was not just disrupting his plans, but also slapping his face.

"Mortal, you deserve to die! You deserve to die! You will face the wrath of a god!" the Asura’s divine sense roared up to the sky.

Shen An turned a deaf ear, silently using a medium-sized soul power experience pack. Feeling the abundant soul power in his body, he unhesitatingly condensed a ball of sword qi and struck at Tang San.

He was going for the finishing blow, to smash Tang San’s remnant body to pieces.

Shen An had never forgotten that Tang San was the protagonist of the original work.

What was a protagonist? A protagonist was someone who, with the fortune of heaven on their side, was like an unkillable cockroach, and who only grew braver with each battle.

Although Shen An didn’t know if Tang San had died in the original work, or if he had been resurrected, what he had to do now was to eliminate this possibility as much as possible.

Boom!!!

Under the powerful sword qi, the lower part of Tang San’s body was completely shattered. The Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone fell out.

Produced by Tang San, son of the Blue Silver Emperor. From the factory source, first-hand goods, guaranteed authentic.

Shen An did not slack in the slightest. Another ball of sword qi condensed again. Everything was in an instant.

But the next moment, the attack of the Asura’s divine sense had already arrived. Although Qian Renxue had been on guard all along and had made the first move, she still failed to block it in the slightest.

Shen An had just slashed a wisp of sword qi at Tang San’s remnant body one second, and the next second he had to face the attack of the Asura’s divine sense.

At this moment, the upper half of Tang San’s body turned to dust bit by bit, and this further stimulated the anger of the Asura’s divine sense.

The blood-red figure passed through Shen An’s body and stopped in its original spot. It was just that his face did not ease in the slightest.

"Teleportation!" he said coldly.

The azure, sharp Sword Domain unfolded. Right beside Qian Renxue, a wisp of sword qi reflected Shen An’s appearance.

He said indifferently, "Correct. But there’s no prize."

"Tang San is dead, not even his bones remain. You have already lost this successor. No matter what plans you have, they have all come to naught."

Although he said so, Shen An was not absolutely confident. After all, this was a creature called a protagonist. But he had already done all he could.

The Asura’s divine sense, however, did not speak, but silently gathered energy, surprisingly pulling out a longsword formed from red light out of thin air.

"I’ve said it before. You will face the wrath of a god."

Although the strength this body could exert was only a level ninety-eight Titled Douluo by mortal standards, he still had absolute confidence in killing the two people before him.

Oh, not just these two people, but also the cat that had just hit him with a hammer.

Shen An also stood side by side with Qian Renxue, his face not showing the slightest fear.

Just as a great battle was about to erupt, two voices suddenly sounded.

"Young Master, what happened here?!" A sharp voice sounded. It was precisely Yue Guan, who had come with the Ghost Douluo. The two of them had sensed an extremely high level of energy and had thus rushed over.

Although there were contradictions within Spirit Hall, and the Pope and Qian Renxue were at odds, when facing outsiders, they still knew to point their guns outwards.

At the same time, the two also looked at Shen An with surprise. Logically speaking, isn’t Qian Renxue with Yan Chixia? How come Yan Chixia is gone, and a Shen An has appeared by her side?

Immediately after, another quiet and ethereal voice came. It was precisely Gu Rong.

"A god looks like this?"

At first, Shen An had already slashed the Sky Azure Bull Python until it was half-dead. Then, sensing the strange movement on Qian Renxue’s side, he had rushed over, leaving Gu Rong to collect the head.

Logically speaking, Gu Rong should have just gone ahead and started cutting.

But Gu Rong was simply too cautious. He had slowly and leisurely ground away all the blood of the Sky Azure Bull Python.

The moment the red soul ring had burst out, his first thought was:

’Damn it, awesome! I can kill a hundred-thousand-year soul beast! Can that old scoundrel do it? This wave, I’m way ahead.’

The Asura’s divine sense, seeing so many Titled Douluos all arrive, its expression instantly became somewhat stiff.

Under normal circumstances, even if he only had a wisp of divine power, if all these people came at him together, he could still slap them to death like flies.

But the problem was, the energy of this incarnation of his was simply too thin. It couldn’t even reach the level of a human limit of ninety-nine.

Thinking of this, the Asura’s divine sense couldn’t help but silently curse the God of Destruction. If not for the other party watching so strictly, why would he care about a group of ant-like humans?

Just as the Asura’s divine sense was preparing to say a few words for the occasion, Qian Renxue suddenly said, "You two elders, follow me to execute this scoundrel!"

She had always been decisive in her killing. Since she had offended him, then she would find a way to completely kill him, lest the matter of today be exposed.

Shen An also said, "Senior Gu Rong, please lend a hand. Take down this person before us."

In an instant, the combat power of five Titled Douluo-level experts simultaneously locked onto the Asura’s divine sense. With no level ninety-nine Titled Douluo present, who could contend with them!

Sword, golden flame, petals, ghost shadow, bone spur—without any warning, they struck at the Asura’s divine sense.

For a time, the Asura’s divine sense was actually difficult to support. The most difficult was Shen An’s sword qi and Qian Renxue’s True Fire of the Sun. Their attacks were aggressive and incomparably powerful.

The phantom he had condensed from red light instantly became much more illusory.

The Asura’s divine sense, with a heavy sword strike, opened up the offensive of the crowd, then roared up to the sky. His aura was surging, his flames soaring.

"You forced me to do this!"

Shen An and Qian Renxue looked on with particular gravity. After all, it was the divine sense incarnation of a god. It wouldn’t be surprising if he had some special means.

The result was that, under the watchful eyes of all, the Asura’s divine sense suddenly burst out with an endless killing intent and actually charged and fled in one direction???!

No, can you be so flexible? An esteemed god, you just leave when you say so, without any psychological pressure?!

Everyone present was a little dumbfounded for a moment. Shen An, however, silently walked to the location of Tang San’s bones, or more accurately, his ashes.

When the Asura’s divine sense had charged out, it had just happened to scatter all his ashes. It seemed to have been intentional, deliberately passing by.

After thinking for a while, he gave up. No matter what tricks the Asura’s divine sense had up its sleeve, as long as his growth speed was fast enough, he would not be afraid of anything.

Now he was only level seventy. When he had free time to absorb his soul ring, his strength after obtaining his Martial Soul True Body would surely have a leap-like improvement.

Immediately, Shen An stretched out his hand and probed. The vibrant Blue Silver Emperor soul bone was in his hand.

Tom also, without changing his expression, put away Xiao Wu’s soul ring and soul bone. This was a good thing, to be kept for his future female master to use.

"Shen An, did you kill this person? So you’ll just take this soul bone," Ghost clearly felt the miraculousness of this soul bone and couldn’t help but feel a sense of greed.

Yue Guan whispered in Qian Renxue’s ear, "Two on their side, three on ours. The advantage is mine. Why don’t we take them down!"

At the same time, his palm made a throat-slitting gesture at his neck.

Shen An... We’re all soul masters. Is there any meaning in you speaking in such a low voice? It’s as if no one can hear.

Gu Rong also made preparations to break open space and take Shen An away at any time.

But the action Qian Renxue made next was something no one had expected.

With so many pairs of eyes staring, she actually directly kissed Shen An. A red lip print was directly branded on Shen An’s left cheek.

"This is the person I, Qian Renxue, like. Elder Yue Guan, how can you talk of making a move?"

"This, this, this~" Yue Guan was at a loss for what to do. What kind of development was this? How did his own Young Master get involved with Shen An?

Gu Rong was also stunned, his old face dumbfounded. No, you two got together. What about my little princess and my disciple???

Shen An, however, had no time to care about the psychological activities of these few old sticks. Because he was staring blankly at the front.

Zhu Zhuqing had stopped in her tracks, her expression on the verge of tears. Ning Rongrong’s eyes held anger, as if she would explode with a touch.

Jerry stood before the two of them, its expression sheepish. It probably shouldn’t have brought the two girls over at this time.

At this moment, the pressure Shen An was under was incomparably huge. Even when fighting the Asura’s divine sense, his heart had never been so apprehensive.

’It’s over! I’ve become a scumbag!’

Then, the next moment, Ning Rongrong suddenly rushed towards Shen An. Shen An did not dodge or evade.

Even Qian Renxue at the side did not block. She understood Ning Rongrong’s temperament. She seemed gentle on the outside, but was actually extremely fiery.

’Make a scene, make a scene. The more you make a scene, the farther Shen An will be from you,’ Qian Renxue thought with great anticipation.

The result was that the next moment, Ning Rongrong actually threw herself into Shen An’s arms, like a little bird returning to its nest, abnormally clingy.

"Shen An, what on earth is your relationship with this woman? Have you forgotten about me and Zhuqing? Sob sob sob~"

Qian Renxue looked at the abnormally clingy Ning Rongrong, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat. This is bad. I’ve made a clumsy mistake.

She subconsciously wanted to separate Ning Rongrong from Shen An’s hand, but she didn’t know how to start. This person was like an octopus, her whole person as if grown on Shen An.

Qian Renxue directly felt a shivering from anger. The world is going downhill! Morality has collapsed!

Shen An, hearing Ning Rongrong’s dangerous question, was first stiff, then answered with frankness, "Rongrong, don’t overthink it. She and I are just friends."

Inexplicably, hearing these words from Shen An, a trace of sourness rose in Qian Renxue’s heart. Friends, just friends.

Hearing these words, Ning Rongrong was inexplicably joyful. She said with a happy tone, "Really? But she just kissed you?"

"That was an accident. I didn’t take the initiative. We really are just friends."

At the side, Qian Renxue’s peerlessly beautiful face suddenly turned white. She actually directly turned around and left. At the side, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, after a brief exchange of looks, hurriedly followed.

Qian Renxue was proud. To be able to put down her pride and proactively pursue Shen An with such passion and boldness was already the limit of what she could do.

But now, Shen An had only admitted that their relationship was that of friends, and was not even willing to be a little vague.

Thus, her pride would not allow her to stay.

Yue Guan, before leaving, even lightly spat at Shen An. "Pah, scumbag!"

Shen An...

He also sensed that something was wrong with Qian Renxue. He instinctively wanted to chase after her, but he still hadn’t dealt with Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing before him.

Damn it, the harem is on fire.

No, that’s not right. How did I think I was starting a harem? I should be on the pure love route, Shen An reflected in his heart.

Finally, Shen An decided, I have to save one of the two ends. I’ll coax the one in front of me first.

Ning Rongrong’s small head lifted. Seeing that Qian Renxue had left, her heart was filled with joy.

She hugged Shen An with attachment. Shen An also felt the small hills that were not so pointy but rather a little soft.

Away for three days, one should be looked at with new eyes, he teased in his heart.

Then he patted Ning Rongrong’s back and said in a tone of coaxing a child, "Rongrong, let go. Senior Gu Rong is still watching from the side."

Shen An signaled Ning Rongrong with his eyes to look at Gu Rong, preparing to use him as a shield.

The result was that Gu Rong, who originally had a look of eating melons, directly picked up Tom and seriously looked at the fur on Tom, as if he did not hear or see anything happening around him.

He was even muttering, "This old one will see how many hairs you have on your body. One, two..."

Tom meowed and struggled. To be counted for hair by a dirty old man was too shameful.

Ning Rongrong snorted lightly, raised her moist and moving large eyes to look at Shen An, her eyes full of longing.

"Shen An, I miss you so much. I’ve been thinking of you every day for these two years."

Shen An sighed slightly, gently stroking Ning Rongrong’s long hair, as if responding.

"Shen An, I’ve always had a question buried in my heart. Can you answer me?"

Ning Rongrong said softly.

A bad thought vaguely appeared in Shen An’s heart, but he still nodded.

"If Zhuqing and I both fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?"

Shen An...

Damn it. A little witch is a little witch after all. She can even ask this kind of tricky question.

Zhu Zhuqing also silently moved over. Although her expression was still cold, her delicate and slightly trembling small ears exposed her curiosity about this question.

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On the other side, the Asura’s divine sense, which had run who knows how many thousands of kilometers, also stopped.

At this time, he looked at the direction of Shen An and the others with anger. It was simply a great humiliation. The divine sense of the esteemed Asura God was actually forced back by a group of mortals.

If not for his true body being held back by the God of Destruction, unable to transmit down a single wisp of divine power...

Otherwise, he would definitely let these ants know how big the gap between a mortal and a god really was.

"I have remembered your auras. Just you wait. Soon, I will stomp you ants to death one by one."

"I will let you understand the wrath of a god. I definitely will!"

The Asura’s divine sense said to himself in a cold voice.

Immediately, he got up and flew towards the direction of the Slaughter City. The energy of his body in the mortal realm was like a rootless duckweed. Every second he existed, he would consume another wisp of energy. So his time was very precious.

And the Slaughter City just happened to be able to supplement a part of his energy. More importantly, the Slaughter City, as the inheritance place of his god-seat, could let him communicate with his true body.

The reason why the Slaughter City let those who passed the Hell Road with a hundred victories obtain a domain was left behind by him. It just so happened that it could be a supplement for this body.

It was just that the Asura’s divine sense did not know that the strange energy at the end of the Hell Road had long since been sucked almost dry by Shen An’s Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

This time he went, it was a case of drawing water with a bamboo basket—all in vain.